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Welcome back bitches! Yeah, it's me, with your daily dose of sarcasm and s**t.
It's Sunday. Church day. I don't go to church. I don't like going to church because everyone stares at me and seem to judge me on the spot. When my mom asks me why I don't like church or, even worse, Warren asks me, what should I say to them?
"Ya'll are a bunch of judgmental hicks who don't like me because my hair decided to be a little punky and four different colors." No.
What I do say is different: "Sorry, I just don't like to get up that early and we have no money for gas because of..." blah, blah, blah.
What I really want to say? "God... hah! Jesus? Hardy-har-har." What do I think of them? I don't know. I say God is a little kid ******** up everyone's life because he's bored. The real truth? I think I've just driven a stake through our relationship. Sorry, Jesus, I've just been ******** over too many times in the name of God.
So my last color choice was bumble-bee-ness. This day? I don't know what to do.
I like butterflies. In fact, I may be getting a tattoo of a butterfly right there.... on my shoulder--the inside part. Like half on my boob thing. Yeah. Still don't know what to get. A butterfly, a rose, a notebook... all three. Okay? They all mean a lot to me. It'll be my first tattoo and I don't know what to get. I need a job first... dammit.
So... yeah. That's... it. And I have coffee.
 Whispering to Roses · Sun Jun 07, 2009 @ 11:27pm · 0 Comments |
